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Click hereYou come to me
tonight, like a whisper,
dressed with nothing
but a gorgeous smile.
I turn my head
and from your lips
comes a promise
of this inviting desire.
One moment
and all senses melt,
leaving us blind,
in the burning need of a touch.
Warm and wet,
hands wander everywhere,
secret places now
let life fill them so fast.
Warm and wet,
they are so smooth,
secret places now
like wings open, receiving me.
And as they run to me
so deep they slide in you,
while our souls melt, wrapped
around these sweaty sheets.
Secret places,
they are so close now,
I breathe their wants
and they want mine,
faster, running to the urge
and the pleasure's there
wanted and yearned
and so free indeed, they come.
Exhausted then,
our bodies rest, panting,
cuddled in arms
and kissed in love;
one last glance,
to your eyes, and your lips,
with its unique taste of love,
for us the pleasure took the night.
when is desire not inviting? also when is it not a cliche, how many times have you heard such things before
senses melt, burning need, so deep they slide in you, Secret places, etc.
take a walk with me through new poems and watch the souls melt, i.e read and leave comments, you'll see how fast it gets old.
I didn't vote
and good ideas, perhaps some excess wordage that does not need to be included
for example, you might drop the word "then" from this line but as you prefer
"Exhausted then,
our bodies rest, panting,"